St Silence, the Shadow
St. Silence, The Shadow
Despise his voice
His face is wrong,
For he is not your golden son...
He feels as cold as the light
that lacks the day...
And he cannot hear:
"this will go away."
The bruise on his eyes,
the hurt in his lungs,
Brings dreams of clear rivers
made red by guns.
Just to breathe...
Just to sleep in peace tonight.
For when he comes home
his choices are bleed or fight...
And he never speaks of this again.
He found a way to break from him..
Mercy, he chose to blow apart.
He had no choice now his mind is
dark...
So hold your prayers,
he does not wish to feel alright...
He does not care
Because now he sleeps at night...
He hears no more screams when the
sun goes down!
He sleeps through the night with
silence as sound!
That reminds him that at least he
broke away..
The light may be right, but it was
shadow that saved the day!
He hears no more screams when the
sun goes down!!!
He sleeps through the night with
silence as sound!!!
That reminds him that at least he
broke away..
The light may be right, but it was
shadow that saved the day!!!!
So save your prayers, he hears no
sound...
He has no more cares, sun up or
down...
He gave his soul for the chance to
break away.
He's as empty as the light that lacks
the day...
Copyright © Audonus Taylor | Year Posted 2013
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